Skeleton Hours

I am a silhouette
dancing in the light of the sun
hands holding skeleton apologies
in skeleton hours
the last night I felt alive
trips, capsizes over my lower lip
where Forever got lost, where
I forgot the feel of my own bones
Saturn's rings reflected in my irises
eroding as my palms close

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Zoe Mae Huot-Link was born and raised in Maplewood, Minnesota. She is a winner of the Manitou Creative Writing Fellowship of the Literary Arts Institute at the College of Saint Benedict. She studied ancient calligraphy and martial arts in China at Southwest University. To process constructs of femininity and power she journals, draws, plays guitar, and writes poetry. Her work has been published by For Women Who Roar, The Antonym, Awakenings, 86 Logic, among others. Find her work at https://www.zoemae.art/